When Astarion orders a negroni, he raises an eyebrow at Gale in lieu of a question.
“Oh, go on then,” sighs Gale and addresses the bartender. “Another one of those for me, please.”
Are Astarion’s fractionally improved manners a result of introspection or all part of the performance, he wonders?
thank you, ✨thank you✨ to @koalamatcha for commissioning this gorgeous art from @misfitlunatik for my fic, ceremony.
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